Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' cavity's
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas come old but they always infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr you got the shit sewed up
ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

What? You wanna do what? You the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
goin' up up up, oh no
your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

Mr (I was a mack since birth)
talkin' bout Mr (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' Mr Smith
talkin' Mr Smith
bout

Time's up, rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like and hot like a house party
All so-called flavor niggas is deaded
Your step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, steelo's scarred to scrape
you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up